Patrick Fleskes Poems

'Dark was the night',

'Cold was the ground',
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Seething smile holding back a million heart attacks,

Spoken breath, the venom, a catalyst,
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Remembering, remembering, Always remembering to forget, to be forgot,

To move swiftly and purposely towards life,
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Beauty compared to setting yourself on fire,

Eyes set to “safe mode” dial back hours (Analog telephone, hear your voice when you rattle them bones) ,
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Free minded,

Wild-eyed mystery, abandoned,
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With scissors at hand,

I dissect memories,
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Dry those tears,

Rollin' industrial born, demons,
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With eyes we met,

That familiar glance,
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Nostalgic tapping,

That deep, dark mineshaft,
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The cool mint air of fall,

Hung low across the misty mountainside,
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